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September 25, 2018

Having reached the apex of her acting career as well as some form of an emotional dead end, Sara Whitley decides to take her existence to the next, more purposeful level. She brazenly sets off from Beverly Hills for war-torn Bosnia in October 1995, pledging her capital and her celebrity persona to a worthy cause. Sadly, her ambitions and the reality don’t get a chance to coincide- despite having taken all the measures of precaution applicable to someone of her stature, she winds up in the Bosnian mountains utterly unprepared for the events to follow. The environment Sara finds herself trapped in is so remarkably hostile that even the seasoned men she is accompanied by end up being severely tested.

“Standing at the river’s edge, she was petrified- shimmering in the moonlight, it was flowing precariously quick for her liking and didn’t seem nearly as narrow as Marco described it. Exhaling vapour with every breath only pointed to the fact that if the air temperature was so low, the water should be bitterly cold at best, she further deduced.”

Sara’s habitual level of comfort drops to nil in the blink of an eye, however, as her ordeal unfolds, the most basic instances of contentment prove to be more valuable than she could have imagined. Incidentally, the disastrous circumstances become the very mechanism for the creation of the least likely of unions.